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♪ No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound ♪

♪ Nothing to eat, nowhere to drink ♪

♪ Sometimes all I need is the air that I breathe ♪

♪ and to love you ♪

♪ All I need is the air that I breathe ♪

♪ and to love you ♪

♪ All I need... ♪ Watch where you're going.

♪ is to love you ♪

♪ All I... ♪

(URINATING)

Hey.

Hey.

(GRUNTS)

MAN: Delta team check in. Delta team (INAUDIBLE).

No, no, no. (INAUDIBLE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOG)

Maybe the source is wrong. The source is good.

It's ten after. The source said 4 a.m. on the dot.

Wait. Go back.

(MUSIC)

Creedence.

It's probably just a radio station

someplace outside of the city.

No. It's him.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Do we have to listen to the whole song,

all seven minutes and 40 seconds of it?

Why do you insist on asking that every time?

Gum, I don't want to mess with your superstitions.

God knows we don't wanna fluck with the formula,

but how about a new band?

Over the last six years, we have listened

the entire Creedence Clearwater Revival songbook over and over...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hi, sweetie.

Why are you up so early?

What?

Which one?

Which one? Oh, the Care Bears book.

Oh, okay. I thought you were taking the even pages.

Oh, okay, I'm supposed to color the evens.

Okay, well, I'll take my turn as soon as I get home.

Save the purple crayon for Daddy.

Well, I told you, Daddy has to work.

But guess what?

When I get home, I'm gonna make you those happy face pancakes

that you like so much, okay?

I love you, baby.

Okay, big kiss. (KISSING SOUND)

Don't.

What?

Actually, you wouldn't understand.

About Care Bears? Parenthood.

No, no, you're totally right.

Every father talks to his little girl

before he commits a Class H felony.

Absolutely normal. So sweet.

Hoyt's late.

Four minutes is not late.

The sensors are set in 20.

Four minutes less from 20 is 16,

two to enter, three for the wall,

ten to drill.

Puts us inside in 15 minutes.

That's not enough cushion.

Let's call it. Dude is running five minutes behind.

He's probably just taking a dump.

We're not calling it. We're good.

This is an ace boon swipe, Gum.

There's not another one of these in the headlights for a long while.

I don't know. Suddenly I'm not feeling so good.

Well, then relax.

Put on a little "Bad Moon Rising."

This is Diamond Dog.

I'm in the mainframe now.

The blouse is open, undoing the bra strap now.

Fire alarms are down.

Seismics are down.

Killing the cameras now.

Good to go when you are.

Go radio silent till I say.

(RADIO STATIC)

The van's leaving.

(CLANKING METAL)

Okay, fellas.

As ready to rock as Riley's diaphragm.

Really, Hoyt?

Sorry, Sugar.

(SWOOSHING, CRASHING)

Sir, I've got seismic. Sounds like they blew a wall.

We got 'em.

Doesn't make any sense. It's too easy.

This crew doesn't do too easy.

Three minutes, guys.

Less than three, let's go.

Move it.

Dude, come on.

Okay, grab some extras.

(INAUDIBLE BACKGROUND DIALOG)

Come on, move it.

We're in route now.

The proverbial hand is up the skirt, heading straight

for the moose knuckle. Awesome. That's why I love working with dudes.

For all the clever variations you can come up with for the word "vagina."

Vagina.

I need some air.

(ZIPPER SOUND)

(WHIRRING)

Drill's up. Three minutes down.

They started drilling.

Wait. On my go.

(WHIRRING)

(SPARKING)

(BANG)

Lock is out.

It's a go.

All right, we'll take 'em.

VINCENT: Come on, now, master at work.

You got 30 seconds. Plenty of time.

GUM: Number one's down.

Gum, you have 15 seconds. Come on.

WILL: Number two down.

Go!

Clear. Clear.

What the hell's going on?

Doesn't make any sense.

They were casing this place for three weeks.

Shit! Get someone in that toy store.

Now!

We're in. HOYT: They're in the bank vault. Two minutes till we 're rich.

Jesus wept.

It's like looking into heaven.

Stay focused.

Alpha team sweeping toy store now.

Clear. Clear.

All clear.

Get a... (INAUDIBLE) now.

Diamond exchange has not been reached.

Repeat, secondary wall is intact.

You know I like bright shiny things, Gum.

This is the ultimate bright shiny thing. How much weight can you carry?

Each one of those bars weighs 27.5 pounds.

I played football.

We got our ten million right here.

Time!

Sir, I've got 500 meters of dark empty tunnel in front of me.

Somebody screwed up.

We're on the wrong block!

They're robbing a bank!

Quick!

(SIREN)

(BEEPING)

All right, let's do it.

(SCREECHING TIRES)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS, TIRES SCREECHING)

Get that Brigadier over here.

Get rid of this door.

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go, guys. Everybody out. Move it!

Pull the chains around the right. Go, go, go!

Hook them up to the door. I want this door gone.

It doesn't have to be pretty.

Clear!

(CHAINS SCRAPING, GLASS SHATTERING)

Let's go, guys, come on, move it! Let's go!

Go, go, go!

They'll be in the vault.

Hey, what are you young fellas doing?

(MAN GRUNTS) Go on!

You should've just kept moving.

Did you have to hit him so hard? He saw our faces.

No. Put it down. No homicide.

No, I am not going back to prison. Not again.

In this bag is enough for us to disappear.

No need for any more jobs. Let's just go.

Come on, guys.

What the hell are they doing?

Damn!

I have been to prison and I didn't like it.

In fact, I fucking hated it!

(GUNSHOT, YELLS)

Oh, shit!

Oh, my God.

Ah, you shot me!

Let's find the back to this place.

Ah, oh, my God! Be quiet.

What are you doing? What happened?

He shot himself in the leg.

No! You shot me. Ah!

Oh, shit.

I left the money. I have to get it.

What? No! We're heated.

Let's go, guys, come on, move it. Let's go!

God!

This sucks!

I want this guy nailed. Now, everyone spread out.

What the hell are you doing?

He's on his own now, baby. No, Will!

Your ride is gone.

Hoyt!

Hoyt!

(SIRENS)

Put your hands in the air!

DISPATCHER: All units 217 on east side of Rampart.

Assault on two police officers.

Suspect has fled the scene in a police cruiser.

Oh, we got him. There he is.

Straight ahead.

All units, Iberville and Burgundy.

(TIRES SCREECHING, SIRENS)

(CRASH)

He's on the upward ramp.

(CRASH, BREAKING GLASS)

Shit!

God damn it, Fletcher!

(SCREAMS)

Shit!

Come on, come on. Cop. Let it go.

Shit, cop.

Don't shoot, man! Get out of the way!

(POLICE RADIO)

(SIGHS)

(ZIPPER)

Will Montgomery. Bring out the money and yourself, slow.

Real slow.

Stop.

Turn around.

On your knees.

My wedding day, the birth of my twins,

and now this. Highlights, Will.

I'm talkin' highlights.

Cuff him.

Hey!

Where's the money?

Fletcher. How you doin', Will?

Hope you got raped every day.

Harland wants to give you a lift.

He's not asking.

Welcome home.

Harland.

So, where to?

Coronado and Prentiss.

So, how's the federal penal system?

Not as tough as they say, huh?

How's the wife?

She's good, I guess. She left you?

Four years ago.

I'm sorry.

You ought to be.

Why'd you pick me up, Harland?

I thought you might pick up where you left off

now that you're as free as a bird and all.

No, it's all behind me now. You could probably afford to retire now

with that sizable withdrawal from Parish Community you made.

You knew if you got caught with money you'd be looking at

an extra ten years, so you ditched it somewhere.

And now that you're out

I thought you're gonna go get that ten mil.

Aren't you, Will? Much like a squirrel

returning back to its horde after a long cold winter.

I'm not the squirrel playing with his nuts here, Harland.

I don't have the money.

You know that Vincent is dead, right?

I don't think he knows, do you, Agent Fletcher?

How does that make you feel?

He was my friend.

Yeah. He had a tough time of it after you left.

You being the brains behind the operation.

I guess he owed money to the wrong people.

Your ex-wife's place, huh? I'm not here for her.

You really think your kid wants to see you? I'm about to find out.

Grandma Harland used to say love makes time pass,

but time is certain to make love pass.

Can I enjoy my day now? Thanks for the lift.

FLETCHER: Oh, happy Fat Tuesday, Will.

I'm starting to think you like the guy.

Admiring someone doesn't mean you like them.

Let's go, Fletcher.

Hi. What are doing? You scared me.

I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry.

When did you get out?

This morning. I know I should've called. I didn't have a number.

You look like your mom.

She's not here, is she?

She's in Shreveport.

With Mr. Loeb. Yes. With David.

This came for you this morning.

It was just left on the mat.

Thanks. Can we talk?

I really should get going. Just for a few minutes.

I have something for you. I saw it on the way in. Reminded me of you.

Oh.

Cool.

No one sets out to be a criminal,

but through...

but through...

I've had so many conversations with you.

Now that you're sitting across from me,

it's like my mind is going blank.

No one sets out to be a criminal, Alison.

But through circumstances, bad choices, needs,

unforeseeable obstacles, unreliable friends,

dishonesty, life intervenes.

And I'm not trying to justify it.

I'm not making excuses for it. I was a bad man.

But I've had eight long years to get rid of that man.

To ready myself to get to know you.

I have to go.

Where are you going?

I told you, I'm late.

Late for what?

My shrink session.

I go every Tuesday. Really?

Yeah. Apparently I have abandonment issues.

Go figure.

I meant what I said, Alison.

Keep it. I'm not seven anymore.

Alison. Just go, please.

(BLUES PLAYING ON STEREO)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thanks for the visual massage, Pete.

Riley, you are just too damn fine, girl.

When you gonna give me the time of day?

Well, let me call your wife and see when you're available.

Aah. Why you gotta bring her up? Talk about a buzz kill.

You have a good one. You too.

Now, how is it that after eight years

you have only gotten younger?

Oh, my God. Will.

I can't believe it.

When did you get out? This morning.

You should've let me know, I would've picked you up.

That's all right. Agent Harland was kind enough to give me a lift.

You're kidding. That guy needs to get laid, like, yesterday.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hmm.

Let me get you a drink. Tequila?

Yes, ma'am.

What the hell, Riley, you're working in a cop bar?

Yeah, well, you know, it's a good way to guarantee I don't go back to wrong. Back to wrong?

Yeah. Self-restraint was never my strong suit.

I'm honored to be your first stop.

Actually, I dropped by Alison's first.

Oh. And how is she?

Not as honored.

Don't worry, Will, she'll come around.

I missed you, Will. I never got to thank you after all that went down.

Don't mention it. I wasn't allowed to come visit.

My lawyer wouldn't let me, and Harland never really stopped sniffing around.

So I just... I know. I know.

But you not ratting us out really means something in my book.

Like I said...

You could've ratted out Hoyt, though.

That I wouldn't have minded. Hoyt.

Yeah, I'm looking for that guy.

And I take it you heard about Vince.

Yes. That's terrible.

I mean, he went really dark.

Well, I mean, do they know who killed him?

No, I don't think so. He was hanging out with the sketchy crowd.

Looking for the new you, I suppose.

It's good to see you again, Riley.

(PHONE RINGING)

I think we woke up your package.

MAN: Riley. Can you change a tap?

Two beers.

Be right back.

Hello?

Hello, Will Montgomery.

(COUGHING)

Who is this?

You don't recognize my voice, Gum?

I wanted to be there for you at the prison. Vincent?

Give you a welcome when you got out.

But you know how it is, time just slipped away.

Well, hallelujah, man. You're alive.

Shit. You know what? Everybody's telling me you're dead.

I suppose that depends on your interpretation of the word "dead."

'Cause I'm certainly not living. (COUGHING)

Well, where are you? Can we meet? How are you?

The years you've been gone have not been kind to me, Gum.

Constantly running from loan sharks,

the feds, broker than a dead-dicked dog.

I couldn't get another swipe.

I am sorry to hear about that.

You listen to me, Gum.

I have been waiting eight years for this.

Go ahead.

I had to change my name, erase everything.

And then there's that little matter of the bullet in my leg.

A constant friendly reminder of the partner who ruined my life that night.

Come on, man. Really? We're gonna go back there?

You did that to yourself.

Semantics. I want my share.

I want my share of the $10 million

that was gonna change our lives forever.

Vinnie, there is no cash.

(COUGHS) I had a feeling you'd say that, Gum.

I burned it just before Harland got to me.

No. Stop it.

It's true.

ALISON: What's taking so long?

Hold on.

Wait a minute. Who... That voice, who was that?

Oh, that's right, you don't know. I'm a cab driver now.

My fare is this sweet little girl

trying to get to her shrink's office

so she can discuss her daddy issues

and how they have manifested into an unhealthy disdain

for the world at large. Hey, what are you doing?

Hold on, please, Gum.

Sorry, Miss, terrible Fat Tuesday traffic.

Be there in a jiffy.

See how it lays?

Now, Gum, this all depends on whether or not

you're gonna stick to your story about burned cash.

You touch her and I'll take you

down the levy and kick your fucking ass.

I don't know if you heard what I just said,

but this all depends on you.

Vincent!

He's on the move.

Where are we going?

What are we doing? Why are we in here?

I hope you understand this is not my preference.

Help me! No! Help!

I mean, considering your father,

I would never want to add to your suffering.

But you see, Alison?

I've got a sickness. I'm not well.

Your father abandoned me in my time of need...

So I know what it is to be in the position you're in. Really, I do.

I know what it is to be left high and dry by Will Montgomery.

And you and me, we're kindred spirits,

and I am going to make him pay for the both of us.

Sorry.

(GOOFY SOUND, GRUNTS)

I love you too, man. You don't gotta beat the...

(PHONE RINGING)

Vincent?

Gum. Where's Alison?

Did you change your mind or are you still sticking with the bullshit story?

Can I talk to her? Alison...

is waiting for you to decide whether she's going to remain fine.

Vincent, don't do this.

I'm hanging up now. No, no, wait, okay, wait.

I can get it.

I can get the money. I just need time.

It's not here. It's in Tuscaloosa.

My lawyer has it in a trust.

So I need 24 hours. You got 12.

The phone in your hand, I'll be tracking you with it at all times.

Eight rings and you pick it up.

You miss a single phone call from me,

Alison doesn't live.

Vincent.

This is my last chance to dance, buddy.

You haven't seen me recently.

Let's just say I've got two left feet.

Hello? Vincent. Hello?

Hi, I need to get a phone.

I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to wait.

No, excuse me, ma'am. I really need a phone.

Sir, I will be with you in a moment.

How much is this one?

$29.99.

Do you want your change?

(TEXTING)

ANNOUNCER: Amtrak service to Tuscaloosa is now boarding at Platform 2.

(TEXTING)

(HONKING)

Help!

Get me outta here! Help!

Fletcher, I can't hear you.

You lost him on his first morning out.

Shit! Will Montgomery is here to see you.

Send him in.

So your dead former partner, Vincent Kinsey, has kidnapped your daughter

and is holding her somewhere in New Orleans?

In a cab. The cab, yes, that's right. In a cab, yeah.

And what does he want in return?

$10 million. $10 million.

Remind me why that's a familiar figure.

I burned the cash.

Just before you grabbed me.

HARLAND: William Montgomery.

That's the God's honest truth.

'Cause I knew I'd get less time if I ditched the money.

I don't have it, but he has my daughter and I need your help.

Why would I be here if I had the money?

I would just pay Vincent off and get my little girl back.

This is how I see it, Will.

You're a thief, a crook, and a scumbag,

but you're also a very clever tree frog.

So you concoct this Kinsey-is-alive- and-has-snatched-my-kid fantasy

so that, A, you can show that you don't have the money,

otherwise, why wouldn't you pay the ransom,

or, B, send us running around all over town

searching for your daughter and her abductor

to afford you the time to dig up the dough

and jump onto a cigarette boat

and zip down to the Bahamas where you can sip rum

for the rest of your days and listen to classic rock

played by bands with muscular guitars and dead drummers.

Oh, my faithful bloodhound.

Couldn't find your couch in the living room.

This is Vincent's file.

The prints match, as you can see.

They cut his body up before they burnt it.

We got the prints off the few fingers that survived the fire.

We can visit his grave if you want.

No, we can't, because he's alive. He faked his own death.

Please. Tim. I'm running out of time.

I'm not being played by you again, Will.

Fletcher? Yeah.

All right, let's go.

Please help me.

Escort our pal out of the building, will you?

A little help, guys.

Well, Montgomery, on behalf of the Federal Bureau of Investigation,

we'd like to thank you for stopping by today.

Hold up. Hold up.

Harland thinks you're some kind of criminal mastermind. Criminal mastermind?

I don't share this belief because criminal masterminds

don't go away for eight-year jolts, or do they?

(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)

One more, please.

Thank you.

We called Montgomery's ex home and cell.

Both voicemails say she's out of town.

Have you tried his daughter's cell phone?

The account's been suspended per request of the stepfather.

Get local PD on it.

If she has been kidnapped, we're FBI, we do something about it.

You don't think he's telling the truth?

No, I do not.

Hey! Is there anybody out there?

Hello?

(PHONE RINGING)

Jacobs.

Crap.

We have a problem.

(ELEVATOR DING)

(ALARM)

That's good.

Alright, keep tracking him to Tuscaloosa.

If he deviates from the route, let me know.

Yeah, you are the exactly the woman I want to see in clothes that tight.

The only thing with any balls

to come to this town was the hurricane.

Get away from the car!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cab's off duty.

Good day, mate, how are you doing?

Look, I just gotta get to... Cab's off duty, man.

Yeah, mate. Look, I've just gotta catch up with these chicks...

Hey!

Please?

Help!

Mate, I haven't had my donger dipped since I got here.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Ah, let's see.

Yeah, mate? Mate, I'm trying.

One of them is preggers, eh, yeah, I know.

Mate, I better get off the blow

or this cabby's gonna chuck a wobbly.

Hey mate, so let me tell you about these sheilas, eh?

So the preggers one, she seemed most interested.

Buggered if I know why, but my willie's about as lonely

as bandicoot on a burnt ridge.

I don't know about these chicks.

They're quite different in New Orleans, aren't they?

New Orleans all comes back...

to a pudgy kid by the name of King Louis XV.

King Louis XV, he owned all this.

...fellow Frenchman to cross the ocean and visit.

But it wasn't happening.

So in order to get some use out of it,

finally he starts shipping over boatloads of French prisoners.

What's crawlin' up your ass, bugger?

Thieves, gamblers, prostitutes, murderers,

pirates, gypsies, pickpockets,

and psychopaths.

Is this me stop?

Those are the pioneers of this land,

and the forefathers of this town

that you casually dismissed.

(YELLS, GROWLS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

All the computers in this building are tracked.

This is the page that corresponds

to the exact moment in the video where he stops.

This is Agent Harland. I need an assault team at apartment 9, 23 St. Claude.

(DOG CONTINUOUSLY BARKING)

Billy, shut up!

Stupid, stupid dog!

I'm gonna skin you and make a pair of shoes out of you!

I hate you and your owner!

Shut up!

Jesus, Will! Shut up!

Drop the bag.

It's my lunch.

And that's my gun.

Drop the bag.

That's for the last eight years.

Where's Vincent? Vincent? Vincent's dead, man.

Try again. I swear. I swear on my life.

I haven't seen Vincent... Oh, that's right, I forgot.

It's not your brain that you care about.

A bullet to the stomach is the most painful.

And it takes hours to die.

Okay, look, man, what do you wanna know? What does he have you doing?

Nothing, baby. You know, bag drops, recon, stuff like that.

He told me to drop off the phone for you, so I dropped off the phone.

And my daughter? My daughter!

The whole bottom fell out of our operation when you went away, Will.

Look around you. Does it look like I'm puttin' on the Ritz here?

We want our share. Just our share.

(SHOUTS, HOYT GROANS)

So help me God, Hoyt.

You tell me where she is or I'll blow your lunch all over this carpet.

He's driving around with her in the trunk of his cab.

In the trunk? And I gotta be honest with you, Will,

'cause I didn't think the taking your daughter part was right.

I mean, bad idea to steal from America's greatest bank robber.

(HOYT GROANS)

After he lost the leg, something changed in him, Will.

He said he just felt numb to everything.

Numb like a statue.

He blames that on you, Will.

He blames the leg on you. He said he also blames the numb on you.

(SCREECHING TIRES)

(GRUNTING, FIGHTING)

Go!

(DOG BARKING)

(GROANING)

Let the squirrels squabble,

and then we'll go after their horde.

Hold it.

Come on, go!

Will, stop! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

Street level. Go.

What the hell are you doing?

Man, you listenin', Tapioca?

Just go, please.

Medallion.

(SIREN)

License and registration, please.

Do you know why I pulled you over?

I do not. Brake light's out.

What's funny? Nothing. It's just, it's Mardi Gras

and the streets are filled with drunken lunatics

and you pull me over for a broke brake light.

(POUNDING)

Help!

Reminds me of when my father was dying of bone cancer,

all day he'd bitch about the nick he got in his chin

from shaving that morning.

I know what you're thinking.

Why would a dying man shave?

No.

I wasn't thinking that at all.

Get this vehicle back to the barn.

Get that light taken care of.

Please! Can you hear me?

VINCENT: 'Cause he had tremendous vanity!

Sir, do you mind coming around here to open the trunk?

He did not go gently, my father.

He screamed a lot.

The pain was agonizing, searing.

Eels squirming through his veins.

Buddy, I really don't give a damn.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(TRUNK OPENING)

Somebody help me!

Help!

Help!

Somebody please help!

Gotcha.

(MOANS)

Come here.

You're more like him than I thought. You don't remember me?

You were young, I guess, and I did look a little different.

I had all my fingers then, and both legs.

Ah, nice fingers, sweetie.

You know, the FBI, they use they little lines in order to find people.

That's how they were looking for me anyway.

But one day I came up with a plan.

Yeah, I dug up a body. See, it wasn't hard.

Resemblance was reasonable.

Then I cut him up into small pieces.

And added a little of myself to the mix.

I was a golden boy, doll face.

Now I'm a freakin' Picasso.

And don't ever mess with my lights again.

What are you looking at, shrimp?

Listen, brother, take the cab, take the money in the cab,

I don't give a crap, but don't take me.

What is this? It's a meter.

No, I know what a meter is, asshole. Not that, this.

It's a GPS. Everyone has 'em in case the cars are stolen.

Tells you their location? Within a few blocks, yeah.

All right, call your dispatcher.

Man, you have got to clean out that backseat before you sign off tonight.

Yesterday I had to put on a biohazard suit,

hip waders and rubber gloves, and I got the garden hoe

and scraped that crap out there.

Looked like boogers or jalapeño jelly, Bertrand. I got a question for you.

Nine inches, and can reload after 14 minutes and a tickle.

What else do you want to know? About the driver.

Is this about me docking your pay again 'cause of the fender bender?

The same policy applies for everybody, and I ain't lifting it.

No, it's not about that. White guy with a fake leg.

He's a white man with a fake leg. Maybe some missing fingers.

Really? Tell him!

And maybe missing some fingers.

Are you messing with me today?

LEFLEUR: What you want him for? He cut me off at a light.

LEFLEUR: And you think I give a snot, huh?

Tell him he's stealing money, you saw him pocketing fares.

He's stealing fares. Pocketing.

Wait, are you saying that the creepy limping bastard

be running around sneetching my dough?

Get his location. Where is he right now?

What you wanna know that for?

I'll confront him for you. Get the truth.

You would do that for me, Bertrand?

You're a good boss.

He in the French Quarter. Burgundy and St. Philip. Thank you.

Well done.

Get his medallion number.

And his medallion number.

Man, he a freaky deak dude.

LEFLEUR: You best be careful there, Berty-boy.

Get out.

It's all yours, brother.

LEFLEUR: Five-kilo-two-zero.

Again, that's 5K20. Thanks, pal.

Looky here, did you just turn white on me all of a sudden?

Who dat is?

Remember where we dropped off Montgomery?

His daughter's address?

Yes, Coronado and something.

Prentiss. Hey, boss?

A guy matching Montgomery's description

just jacked a cab five blocks from here.

Get this, the cabbie said he was sweating him

about a guy missing a leg and his fingers.

They're tracking the stolen cab back into the Quarter.

Don't hurt me, man! Whose cab is this?

It's mine.

But that ain't my number.

Open the trunk.

There he is. We got him.

Whoa. That's somebody else's GPS.

Montgomery! Get your God damn knees on the ground.

Will Montgomery, you are under arrest for violation of parole,

illegally accessing confidential FBI records,

assaulting a federal agent, and resisting arrest.

We're bringing him back now. You've gotta listen to me.

No we don't. He's gonna kill her.

TESSLER: Oh, it's a neat story.

Vincent Kinsey has come back from the dead?

MATTHEWS: Yeah.

Me, if I were coming back from the dead,

it wouldn't be for daughter killing.

It'd be to go to Rick's Cabaret to see some naked ladies.

(PHONE RINGING)

I gotta take that. Ah, you want me to take a message?

I've only got eight rings to pick up that call. Hey, sit back.

(PHONE RINGING)

(BONES BREAKING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hi, I'm here. I'm here.

(RESETTING BONE)

I'm here.

Really coming down to the wire on this one, eh, Gum?

Have trouble getting it out of your pocket?

I'm not. I just, I just...

Sounds like you're out of breath.

Tell me something, Gum.

What's the scenery like down there in Tuscaloosa?

I always wanted to take that ride along the Gulf.

I don't have it.

Or better yet, why don't you tell me how Hoyt's doing,

seeing as that's where you were anyway?

I don't have the money.

What did I say to you about lying to me?

I'm sorry, I just, I just...

Your daughter's dead. No, wait! Wait!

You really don't have it, do you?

I'll get you the money. VINCENT: Good.

May I ask how?

By going back to wrong.

He got away on foot. He went down the alley, okay?

We gotta set up a perimeter.

Let's move. Clear out!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

What's going on?

Why are the feds after you? There's no time.

Vincent's alive. What? What are you talking about?

He wants $10 million. He wants it in three hours, and he has Alison.

Oh, my God.

The bank we robbed that night,

there was something else in the vault.

A gold reserve, there must've been 100 million, easy.

There's no way you can walk in there

and steal $10 million worth of gold bricks

in the middle of a business day.

But that's why I need your help.

I already told you, this isn't my life anymore.

I know. I know. It's not yours either.

He's going to kill her.

I, I can hear it in his voice.

He's not the same person.

He's going to kill my little girl.

Okay.

Okay.

(SIRENS)

Oh, man.

You LeFleur? Yes sir, I am. LeFleur, yes sir.

A guy jacked your cab a little while ago. He was looking for someone?

Well, he was looking for that mope, Jimmy Morgan, sir.

Be a peach and show me his hack license, will you?

Yes, yes, officer, sir.

I'll look it up for you, inspector.

He been with us two years.

Never any problem.

Although he do scare my kids

when they come to visit their daddy at work.

My kids are in their 20s.

Vincent Kinsey.

Much obliged.

Let's go.

(SIRENS)

Fat Tuesday, everybody go crazy.

We're six blocks away from the bank, you do realize that.

Have a little faith. Okay.

WILL: I've considered doing this for the last 8 years.

WILL: Thirty meters, then we go left.

Montgomery doesn't have the money, but he needs the money,

which means he's only got one play left to make.

Get me a list of every bank that he's stepped into in the city of New Orleans.

My guess is one of them he's going to step into again.

We're through.

Five minutes till the alarm. Think that'll be enough?

WILL: Here it comes.

(ALARM BUZZING)

Fire alarm just went off at Parish Community Bank.

HARLAND: That's him. Get us there now!

FIREFIGHTER: Let's go, boys.

The alarm will have triggered by now. We gotta go.

I just want to see if I can get a little more gold out of it.

Come on, guys, let's go! Go, go, go!

Could you please hurry up, sir?

(VAULT BEEPING)

Come on, Will, we gotta go.

Come on!

Huh.

HARLAND: Well, what do you know.

So, you worked all this out from prison?

I was bored.

Boss, hey. Listen to this. Say again.

We have the two suspects. They're in Riley's truck

on North Peters headin' towards the ferry.

Do not take them until they're off the ferry.

I repeat, do not take them until they're off the ferry.

We take them now. We got 'em boxed in.

HARLAND: You don't corner a weasel unless you wanna get bit.

I hope you know what you're doing. Takes eight minutes

to get across the river on that ferry. Wait for strength in numbers.

And when we get Montgomery, he'll be as red-handed

as the boy who put his palm on the gas stove to see how hot it really was.

Okay.

Don't make a move until all four wheels touch Lousiana soil.

AGENT: Copy that.

Hands in the air.

Hands in the air now!

Happy Fat Tuesday, officer.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, get out. Get out!

(PHONE RINGING)

VINCENT: Time is up, buddy.

I've got it.

Ah, I am impressed.

You listen to a little Creedence before you went in?

No, I didn't listen to CCR. That didn't work out so well the last time, did it?

I missed you, old buddy.

I want to talk to her.

No, you'll talk to her when you give me the money.

I wanna talk to my daughter now!

I wanna hear her voice now!

It's your father.

Hello? Alison.

Alison, did he hurt you?

No, but he scares me.

I'm gonna be there soon. I'm gonna get you outta this.

WILL: This is my fault.

Get my money to the fairgrounds now.

Sorry, boss.

Finally starting to recognize the skills of Will Montgomery, huh?

You got those listings from the cab dispatcher?

GPS breakdowns? Yeah, why?

I told you Kinsey ditched his GPS

in the back of a cab in the French Quarter.

I'm not interested in today's. I wanna see the last few weeks.

Kinsey's gonna get the money from Montgomery,

then he's gonna have to have some kind of neutral rendezvous.

And if that's the case, he's been casing it for weeks.

Uptown, Lakefront, Beauvoir, Gretna,

West Bank. Beauvoir?

Is that the fairground? Yeah, I think so.

Twenty minutes from out of town?

That doesn't sound like a cab ride to me. Nicely done, boss.

We might actually catch this prick.

Where's Alison?

In the trunk?

You look good, Will. The same.

Where is she?

She's safe.

The money. Hand her over.

I said, hand her over!

You got the money. You win.

Vincent!

Over a janitor.

You piss away 14 years of friendship over an old man janitor?

We're not killers.

Well, maybe not then.

None of this has anything to do with my daughter.

But it does, Will.

Because you truly love Alison.

And in that single act of betrayal eight years ago,

you destroyed the only thing I ever truly loved.

Me.

No! No!

Daddy!

(ALISON CALLING FROM TRUNK)

ALISON: No!

Get me outta here!

ALISON: Help!

Help!

Daddy, get me outta here!

Help!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKING, FIGHTING, YELLING, GROANING)

(YELLS)

(ALISON COUGHING) I've gotcha.

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS IN AGONY)

Oh, my God, you're bleeding.

I don't know what to do.

What do I do?

No, no, no. Don't die.

Don't die.

Somebody help us!

No, no, no. You can't die.

(GROANING)

Just stay with me.

They're coming. They're coming.

Just hang in there. Over here! Over here!

HARLAND: There.

You're gonna be okay.

Oh, Jesus.

No, no, no. He can't die. You've gotta save him.

Come on, let's get him outta here.

(YELLS IN PAIN)

Are you gonna send him back to jail?

Now, why would I do that?

I'm sure that Vincent Kinsey stole that gold.

Take her up.

Alison.

I'm here, Dad.

Hi, Dad. I'll call a Hazmat team.

Why? You're cooking again.

Wake me up if something happens.

Don't you ever clean your truck?

Honey? Can you flip the shrimp in three minutes?

Let go of the control, Dad. I got it. Letting go.

Definitely more than $300,000.

And the house can use a new roof, kitchen...

He's got it. He's got that missing ten pounds of gold.

That's what they're talking about, somethin' enough for ya?

Yeah, that is something.

Well, if you fence that gold... Oh, I know. I know. They'll nail me.

I can't see his lips.

I'm gonna disappear it in the mud. Okay.

Here.

FLETCHER: He's not gonna throw it.

He just might, and if he does, you ain't got jack.

Don't throw it. Throw it.

FLETCHER: Don't do it. HARLAND: Do it.

Throw it. Don't do it.

Do it. Throw it. Throw it. Don't do it. No, no, no.

Do it.

Sure, yeah, keep it, sell it.

Get rich.

And then go back to jail.

Okay. All right. It's going in.

Oh, thank you, Will.

I'll return to my life now.

(ENGLISH US - SDH)